And wear it as a
He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.
Boling. As dissolute as 20
I see some sparks of better hope,
Which elder years may happily bring forth.
But who comes here?
Enter Aumerle, amazed.
Aum. Where is the king?
Boling. What means 24
Our cousin, that he stares and looks so wildly?
Aum. God save your Grace! I do beseech your majesty,
To have some conference with your Grace alone.
Boling. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone. 28
[Exeunt Percy and Lords.]
What is the matter with our cousin now?
Aum. [Kneels.] For ever may my knees grow to the earth,
My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth,
a pardon ere I rise or speak. 32
Boling. Intended or committed was this fault?
If on the first, how heinous e'er it be,
To win thy after-love I pardon thee.
Aum. Then give me leave that I may turn the key, 36
That no man enter till my tale be done.
Boling. Have thy desire.
[Aumerle locks the door.] The Duke of
York knocks at the door and crieth.
York. Within. My liege, beware! look to thyself;
18 favour; cf. n.
20 desperate: reckless
32 Unless: supply 'I receive'